» On 2/22/2012 04:20:00 PM Mountain Standard Time, Alan wrote:
M-O-N-E-Y. 

(by (Lyle Lovett)

If you want that girl
Listen son
Don't you sit around and cry
Because love
In this world
Ain't nothing you can't buy

She's got ruby lips
And emerald eyes
She's got diamonds on her mind
If you want that girl
What you need is
M-o-n-e-y

REFRAIN: That's Um-Oh-En-Ee-Why, baby
Um-Oh-En-Ee-Why
That's Um-Oh-En-Ee-Why, baby
Um-Oh-En-Ee-Why

I was out last night
With my girlfriend
Things were going very fine
And I asked her
Would you like a kiss
She said thank you no, but I'll have some
M-o-n-e-y
[REFRAIN]

No finance, no romance
Was how she told me goodbye
First she took my love
And then she took all my
M-o-n-e-y
[REFRAIN]

'Cause she's got
Ruby lips
And emerald eyes
She's got diamonds on her mind
And if you want that girl
What you need is
M-o-n-e-y
[REFRAIN]

 
» On 2/14/2012 03:45:00 PM Mountain Standard Time, Alan wrote:
Arizona Centennial! (14Feb1912-14Feb2012) 

Arizona is 100 years old today. It's an immature state, still stuck in the "Draw, pardner" mentality. Please be patient with Arizona. Many of us are trying to bring the state up to the minimum standards required for a civilized society. ;-)

Arizona Centennial website

Arizona Statehood (Forever) stamp

How to get to Arizona.

Happy Statehood Day!

Vexillophiles (3): Arizona.

Arizonan or Arizonian.

A taste of Arizona.

 
» On 2/01/2012 05:00:00 AM Mountain Standard Time, Alan wrote:
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

--Dylan Thomas